PHOEBE
Phoebe awoke with a start, sitting up in her bed in confusion. She wasn’t sure why but she felt a…calling. Not quite the same as when Frey had called her, she couldn’t hear her name specifically. But there was this natural inclination to rise and simply go. Still half-asleep, she rose and pulled on a light dress, slipping on her shoes and tying her hair in a braid as she walked out her door.She shuffled down the streets, out into the fields and beyond the marker of the barrier, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. The calling only grew stronger though as she went, brown eyes bemused by the pretty lights that marked the path.
Upon arriving at her destination, her eyes widened in awe to behold the fire-wielding woman. For a moment she watched, enraptured by her skill with something so deadly – yet so beautiful. A small smile curved her lips and the young midwife dipped her head and a shallow curtsey even to her. ”Good evening, I do not mean to interrupt, but did you call?” she asked innocently, still watching the flame move around the other woman’s form.
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
